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"X-MEN: Let There Be Peace on Earth, Part 3"
by Tet

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Part 3:
"In Perfect Harmony"

"We find the defendant, Erik Magnus Lensherr, not guilty of murder one by reason of insanity."


Screams of anger and hatred erupted across the courtroom at such an outrageous verdict. No one wanted for a mutie, especially a mutie who attacked a military base and killed dozens, to be let free; and they especially didn't want him to be let free on a technicality such as insanity.


Only one person could smile, but only slightly, and that was Charles Xavier. Erik Lensherr was his long time friend. He had fought with him, and, at one time, would have died with him. It was Charles Xavier's testimony that allowed Erik Lensherr, Magneto, to be freed. Magneto had killed Scott Summers, Cyclops, Charles' first X-Man, but to him, it wasn't the Erik he knew, and that's what he told the courts. He told them how he peeled Erik's mind away, and that this Erik, the one sitting in front of them, silent, morose, he was the real Erik Lensherr, an Erik Lensherr who was rational, and who would never do such things.


"It's not right, " Warren Worthington III said, lying in bed, in pain after his wings had to be amputated. "Why did the professor help that madman get out of jail? He only killed Slim. And now Jean's in shock . . . it's just not like the professor." Warren looked towards Jean Grey, the Marvel Girl, who, upon seeing a death as gruesome as that of Scott Summers, went into shock.


"I cannot vouch for the professor's train of thought, but when I spoke with him last, he was saying that Magneto is a whole new person." Hank McCoy, the Beast, rubbed his chin in contemplation.


"A new person? What, does he only kill innocent women now, rather than innocent men and children?" Bobby Drake, Iceman, asked, wiping a small tear from his eye. "The bastard."
"Maybe, " Warren said, wincing in pain, "Magneto really is a new person . . ."



Maybe Magneto was a new person . . . Then again, maybe not.


"The downtown area was rocked today, when the offices of Stryker International were hit by a terrorist attack. Stryker International is a corporation which has many deals with the government, one of which is the much debated Mutant Genome Project. We go now to Trish Tilby, who is live on the scene. Trish."


"Thank you, Mike. Police aren't releasing any information at the moment, but the speculation going around is that this was some sort of mutant attack. So far, though, no one has taken any responsibility for the attack."


"Hey, Bob, come check this out!"


"Huh? There appears to be some sort of commotion going on out here. I'm gonna move closer to check it out."


"What is it, Jim?"


"It appears to be . . . the letter X inscribed into a wall."
"X?"



"The hell is this?" Pietro Maximoff, son of Magneto, screams at the television.


"Damned if I know," Wanda, his sister, says, staring at the X inscribed into the wall. "Pietro. Go get father, and the others who agreed. This is a little problem . . ."


"They're on their way."


" . . . atic."


Within minutes, a number of other mutants appear in the entertainment room.


"What's wrong? " Magneto, Erik Lensherr, asks.


"Look for yourself, " Wanda says, staring still.


"Yeah, so, an X, " Shiro Yoshida, Sunfire, says, shrugging his shoulders.


"Do you know what that is?" Pietro asks, spinning Shiro towards him. "That is a terrorist attack, on Stryker International. A terrorist attack on the Mutant Genome Project!"


"Christ, " Bennet Du Paris mutters, "that's the place we were going to . . ."


"You think, Bennet?" Pietro asks, red with anger.


"So, then, " Logan, the Wolverine, says, lighting up a cigar. "Who did this?"


"Certainly wasn't any of us, " John Proudstar, Thunderbird, says.


"Well, " Wanda asks, cooly, " why did the terrorists place an X there?"


"I think it's rather obvious, woman, " Proudstar says, slamming his fist into a table with enough force to shatter it. "Someone is trying to frame us!"


"Are you stupid, " Shiro asks. "How can you say that someone is trying to frame us just because there's an X there?"


"I think it's rather obvious, " Pietro chimes in. "We're called the X-Men. The letter X is there."


"So, if a Q was there, you'd be to blame, eh, Pietro?" Wanda asks, grinning.


"The X-Men haven't been officially active in years, folks, " Logan says, exhaling some smoke. "No one even knows we still run around blowing stuff up. Not even Chuckles."


"And, quite frankly, " Erik finally steps in, "I'd prefer we kept it that way. Truthfully, we didn't commit this act. We're innocent. We need to act it, or else someone will tell something is up. Charles will most likely take care of any political ramifications of this action. He will declare that there is no proof it is a mutant attack, and then things will settle down for awhile. We'll go about our daily lives, and act as though nothing has happened. Understood?"


Everyone nods.


"Good. Now let's break up, before someone thinks something is up."



"I never would have guessed. Wow, headmaster Lensherr and the others. I seriously never would have guessed."


"Shut up, Chris."


"Go to hell, Sally."


"Now, Vincente, waffle purple agent surro, mernie bleg."


"Dammit, Chris, stop using your frickin' powers! It's really annoying! God, as if having Sally talk regular wasn't bad enough."


"Well, she was being a bitch, Vin."


"Ha! Bitch, good one, Chris!"


"Shut up, Jesse."


"Blah blah. Shut up, Jesse. I ought to pem nub iggy ba."


"Argh, stop it!"


"Anyway, go on about Maggie, and all."


"Well, I snuck into the building as a gas, and spied on them the whole time."


"Yeah, the plan was for you to get into the teacher's dorm. Now, what happened while you were there?"


"Gles der bippy bop."


"Could you turn that damned thing off first?"


"Done. Go on."


"Anyway, they were talking about how the X-Men are still alive or something. And that Maggie-poo would get Professor Xavier to do some stuff . . . or something."


"Damn you and your limited attention span!"


"Sorry, Chris. I was too busy staring at Wanda's ti . . ."


"<ahem>"


"Sorry, Sal."


"Say, did you see anyone naked?"


"No, Jesse. Actually yes."

"Who?"


"<coughcoughDrakecough>"


" . . . Drake? Bobby Drake?"


The trio bursts into laughter.


"Yeah, laugh, why don't you?"


"So, what are we gonna do about this?"


"As the school punks it's our job to exploit them in some way."


"Let's see how this works out for now."


"Okay."


"But we have to swear!"


"Fine, fine. I, Sally Blevins, swear."


"I, Chris Aaronson, swear."


"Same here."


"Say it, Jesse!"


"I, Jesse freakin' Aaronson swear!"


"And I, the Cher-like Vincente, do swear."


"Cher-like?"


"Ya know, one name."


"Ugh."


"You could have at least said Prince-like."




A few hours later.


"She's up and waiting for more, and I know he's only looking to score, and it is way too unhealthy, often . . ."


"Tonedeaf!"


"Hmm? Oh, sorry about that, Dougles, my boy."


"Didn't I tell you not to call me Dougles, Bill?"


"Yep. Didn't do a damned bit of good."


"Go figure."


Willaim Sardar stands in front of a mirror in his room, slapping some cologne onto his face. Behind him, his roommate, Doug Ramsey, sits on his bed, staring. William tugs on his shirt, trying his best to make himself look presentable.


"Uh . . . hot date?" Doug asks, laughing somewhat.


"Yep."


"Who?"


"Paige Guthrie."


"Uh-huh. Wait. 'No Action Paige'? You've gotta be kidding?!"


"What's that mean? No action Paige?"


"Let's just say, people have tried dating her. Nothing. Zip, Zilch, Nada."


"People're probably just afraid of her brother, dude."


"No, people have tried, she doesn't give out."


"The problem is what, though? My interest in her is slightly above platonic. I don't just want to get into her panties."


"Of course not, Bill."


"God, Doug. Why's someone as smart as you so damned perverted?"


"I'm not perverted. I'm just horny."


"Yeah, well, just keep that thing away from me."


"Believe me, it's not aiming at you."


"So, who do you have your eyes set on, Dougles."


Doug rolls his eyes, and then smiles. "Kitty Pryde."


"Pryde . . . Pryde . . . Pryde? Oh, the Jewish girl."


" . . . "


"Don't take that as an offense. Just my way of remembering people. You, you'd be the pretentious guy who happens to live with me."


"Pretentious? I'll show you pretentious, you snide little jerk-off!"


"You'll have to do it later. I have a date." William breathes on his hand, smells it, and then walks out of the room.


"At least try to get to first base. She seems to like you!"


"Kiss it!"



"Kiss me!"


"Oh, Amelia. You're always thinking about intimacy. Don't you ever think about work?"


"Work, Charles? There're times for work. Now's not one. So kiss me already!"


"Yes, I would, but I . . .mmrmph . . ."


Amelia Xavier pushes herself away from her husband, and smiles at him. "So, was that a good jump start?"


"Yes, it was indeed."


"Good, I . . ." Amelia is interrupted by a rampant knocking at the door. She stands, and rolls her eyes.


"You may enter, " Charles says, straightening his shirt out.


The doorknob turns, and the door opens. From behind the cover of the door, Warren Worthington III, the once high flying Angel and now part financer of the school, enters. "Sorry to bother you, Charles. But there seems to be a little problem."


"Of what sort, Warren?"


"Well, there're some people from the FBI here to see you."


"Tell them I'll be right down. And call Erik."


Warren nods, and exits.



"So let me get this straight: you were playing hockey in gym, and the puck hit you right in the . . . uh . . ."


"Nads? Nuts? Balls?"


"Privates."


"Yeah, you could say it THAT way if you want to."


"I'd prefer to, " Paige Guthrie said, smiling at William, as she brushed her hair back out of her face. "Is this how you talk to all of your dates?" Paige sipped her soda, and then looked at William.


"This is pretty much how I talk to everyone I like. I like to be truthful with people. A solid relationship must be based on truth."


"A little too much truth in your case. Some things can stand to be left in the dark."


"Yeah, I guess. But it makes people feel good when they find out that someone has worse luck than they do." William stares at the stars for a minute.


"Heh." Paige slides across the bench until her leg is touching William's, and then she leans in for a kiss. Willaim's eyes open, and he sits totally still, unsure of what to do.


"Well, isn't this nice?"


"Yep, little no action Paige, finally giving some action."


"Heheh. Buddy, you just broke into Fort Knox."


Paige jumps off of William, and looks at the source of the voices. "Who the hell are you people?"


Paige leans towards William, and says, "they're the local punks. Sally Blevins, the Aaronson's, and that there is Vincente."


"Wait, " William says, scratching his head. "I know who you guys are. Aren't you under house arrest for papering the statue of Scott Summers?"


"Yes we are, " Chris Aaronson says, proud.


"That was so stupid! And what the hell are you guys doing out here?"


"We control this school, moron," Jesse says, laughing.


"Right. We're gonna be going over there now." Willaim points to another bench, and stands up, holding Paige's hand.


"Whoa whoa whoa, buddy boy, " Chris says, smiling. "Where ya goin'?"


"Like I said, over there. Now move, or I will move you."


"Oooh, how you gonna do that?" Sally asks, giggling.


"See that tree back there?" William asks, pointing to a large oak tree.


"Yeah, so?"


"Well, I can fold space to change the radius between you and that tree so that that radius is zero. Then the gravitaional force between you and the tree will be infinite. Wanna try it?"


"Go ahead."


"Okay, " Willaim says, cracking his knuckles. He lifts his hands, forms a fist, and then smashes it right into Chris' face. "Run, Paige!"


Chris falls to the ground, and the duo runs off. "That little sh . . ."


"Forget it, Jesse, " Chris says, holding his bleeding nose. "They aren't worth it."


From behind the four troublemakers, a shadowy figure approaches. His eyes glow red, and he says, "Hello."


All four of them leap to attention, and face the shadowy figure. "Who're you?" Chris asks.


"A . . . friend, you could say. You can call me Essex. And I am interested in making you all very, very powerful poeple."


They all smile.



To Be Continued.




Read part one of the prologue here:

Prologue Pt. 1


Read part two of the prologue here:

Prologue Pt. 2


Read part one of the story here:

Part 1


Read part two of the story here:

Part 2


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